Sky is clear, but air ain't clean
Twenty of my twenty-two years is infamous
Zero-seven is the year
I'll overdrive myself to become famous,
Focusin' on more work-fullness than playfulness
Workin' harder than any mortal alive
with energy and aggressiveness
'Cause when God call my number,
that's the end of my career,
the beginning of my first future-seed,
but pressure will come to one
For no blood or mortal
can outbeat my accomplishments from the throne;
my fame, my name, in history as the number one
work-alcoholic in the world.
On dis train ride: business before pleasure.
Surprisingly about my love life -
I'm a playboy more than a loverboy -
I had no remorse when I left many,
but "yes" in due time I settledown with her
(the one) before my golden life.
For the money; or, For the power; or, For the fame?
Which one?
Majority of the fame comes with sponsorship of money,
but unanswered I will leave to none
For "history" I'm for it;
to leave off this globe with a historian mark
Mine!
Half of my peers and relatives are underneath the shovel, so
I need to -
rise from poverty, rise from the dirt, and rise from death.
Anybody, somebody, or nobody
of my relatives can change for the better,
but theirs none I can brag about, it's a rainin' weather.
And almost every last name is well-known or known
Except for SHOWELL, maybe not known, but it's rare
So I figure I be the spare, and
After I exit off dis train of superstardom, and
After I exit off dis wicked planet,
Worldwide, Showell will be popular known by many
My heart will give it all for me and many.
